12 Apr 2022

Characterization

 


Eight years of a regime 

Ruined every social fabric of a nation

Destroying the pillars of a nation 

With a brute majority in electoral democracy

The opposition voices are stifled with the 

Overreaching arms of the government

A witch-hunting of epic proportions 

Even the courts play fiddle to the government

The compromised media give characterisations

To the rebel voices in favour of the government 

Those new media are characterized as Godi media

The social media cell of the ruling party target 

rebel voices with false narration and maligning campaigns 

The female rebel voices get rape threats and character assassination

The voices that question the government are characterized as 

anti-nationals, Urban Naxals, and  tukde-tukde gang 

The journalists who report against the government 

Lose their jobs and they get haunted by fictitious charges

Even court interventions don't give enough relief 

Social activists who work for the rights of the people

They are characterized as villains and they are jailed

With sedition charges that make it difficult to get bail

The tribals are stripped of right over their lands 

Haunted by armed forces and characterized as maoists 

Rationalists were shot dead for campaigning against 

the superstitions and other blind faiths that affect people

The NGOs that work among the poor are characterized as 

money launderers and they lost their right to get foreign funds

Amnesty International is banned in my country and you can

Imagine the plight of the right activists right now 

Many RTI activists have been killed or face a threat

Kashmiries were stripped of their privileges and oppressed  

They're characterized as Pakistani sympathizers  

Things related to Muslims are characterized as jihad, 

ranging from love jihad, UPSC jihad to Halal Jihad

There are hundreds of Muslims living in detention centres

characterized as illegal migrants by the government  

Not to mention the characterization of them as beef eaters

And being lynched in the name of possessing beef or for being Muslims

The students who protested against the citizenship bill were 

beaten up ruthlessly and got jailed on serious charges

The farmers who fought against farm laws were 

characterized as Khalistani supporters  until they won 

Hundreds of youth were beaten up for seeking jobs 

Criminals wearing saffron are characterized as patriots 

My own brethren were compared as Somalians by the premier 

The government characterises political opponents as economic offenders

The followers of an ideology that stayed away from the freedom struggle 

Characterizes themselves as the nationalists and they try to impose 

Their beliefs on the large population from different cultural heritage 

The vegetarians who support the government are trying to impose 

Vegetarianism on meat-eaters with the characterization of sinners

There is a characterization of Hindi as a national language

Though it is only an official language and there is the imposition

of Hindi on non-Hindi speaking states through government policies 

The characterization of Dalits as people of lower strata 

They face atrocities in the form of rape and octraisation 

Now there is an us versus them narrative from the government 

Letting real economic offenders escape from the country 

And stop the people who can speak against them from visiting 

Other countries 



This poem is based on a monthly journal prompt from #anneapart. *tukde- pieces or splintering *jihad-the spiritual struggle within oneself against sin. *Godi- lap. This poem has a political tone as I am not oblivious to what I see in my country. Image from iStock. Thank you :) 

11 Apr 2022

Another Life?


 

The tales of second life 

With impeccable memory of the past 

Often get the curious media coverage 

I wonder if it is a mental ability to know 

About the life of another person in detail

Is it a sheer coincidence of guess getting a match?

Many a day I tried to recollect my past life

Imagined me in different eras and countries

I think  I never had a previous life

I do not think I will have another life 

I never tried the virtual second life 

Nor I will try the metaverse 

If I have another life 

I would love to be a nomad 

I would love to travel and write 

The stories that are beyond me now

I hope I won't go through another love

I hope I won't go through another breakup 

I want to be a wanderer in search of glimpses 

Of  the sceneries that are surreal in the world 

And experience the life of being a human  in that modern era 

But I fear, I might end up in a colony on Mars or some other planet 

As a cyborg, clone, zombie, humanoid, or unknown species of that era

With artificial intelligence, life-enabling gadgets  self-healing and regeneration 

Living among sceneries and experiences beyond my imagination right now 

May be amidst a war with the aliens or the evolved human species'

Without ever experiencing the natural wonders that our earth offer 


This poem is a continuation of the thoughts about life, death, and life after death related to my recent poems in this blog.  Image from Unsplash. Thank you :)  The previous poems in this series are My Final Day On Earth and  What After The Death  . 

10 Apr 2022

What After The Death?

 



Another death 

Another poignant family 

What dreams may have died?


The moment after the last breath 

What will happen to life?

Where will it go?


Afterlife

It sounds like a hope

Is there really another life to live?


From the moment of leaving the body

The soul may wander around 

Will it meet other souls?


I've seen the last breath of my dad 

I've seen him in my dreams and nightmares 

I wonder where he is right now in this universe!


There are those who proclaim that it's their second life 

They tell about the incidents from their old life

Some even find their old families!


Is there hell and heaven?

 It sounds like two magical worlds

Do we get to live another long life there?  


What is the purpose of this life, if it is meant only to be short?

Has God lined up other tasks for us after the death?

Why does he leave our dreams unfinished?


I wonder if I will get another life

As a microbe, plant, animal, human or even an alien!

It is a mystery similar to how this world popped up from nowhere!


This is based on remnants from a discussion I had with my ex-girlfriend about death, afterlife, soul etc during a holy month. Image is taken from Unsplash. Thanks :)  My Final Day On Earth is the previous poem and  Another Life? is the next poem in this series. 

9 Apr 2022

My Final Day On Earth

 



One final day on this earth is special 

I'll visit a church or temple to pray 

Maybe a bribe to get a ticket to heaven


It's a relief for my broken and lonely heart 

No more battles to fight to survive another day 

No more worries to live through the pain 


I'll try to see the sunrise that I rarely see

I'll tell the sun to be gentle on me that day

I'll walk through the park for one last walk


I'll let the shower be my last rainfall 

And the crushed ice be my last snow 

I'll throw stones in a nearby stream 


I'll write poems from my sweet memories

I'll write an obituary for myself and send 

It to a digital newspaper for publishing 


I don't have many people to meet or call

I'll rather leave short goodbye messages 

With the hope of meeting again somewhere 


I'll hail a taxi and travel around for a while

To see the places I love, near where I live 

To bid adieu to the long walks I used to have


I'll spend some time in my vegetable garden

I'll water my plants and treat them with manure

I'll request someone to look after my garden 


I'll throw away the medicines that control me

And try to sleep on my own for seeing dreams

I'll try to wake up to the nightmares of my past


If there is a beach nearby, I will go there 

Walk on the sands and play with the waves

I hope I would last until the glorious sunset


If not, I will go to a hill for a final trek 

To breathe the misty air from the trees 

And embrace the clouds on the grass


I would cook myself a spicy last dinner 

With a dessert, I loved from my childhood

And one last toast to myself with a wine 


I hope I will see my loved ones waiting for me

Like my grandfather saw his, in the death bed 

I'll go with them without any regrets and sorrow


This poem is based on #journalingprompt 'What would you do if you knew you had one day left to live?' The next poems in this series are What After Death? and  Another Life? . 

8 Apr 2022

A Pithy Smile




I'm missing yesterday's smile of you 

It was magical, made of moonshine 

I thought of visiting you again hours

later, as I wished to see it glint again

 

It was your final pithy smile for me

A talkative girl's silent departing gift

Like a touching speech by an orator

Prepared with soulless emptiness

 

I regret not taking you out in a steam  

Train, that whistles like hustles of rain

Through the snow caped valleys that

You wished to see during last winter

 

You were jaded, as I was so jealous of

your friends, who stole away the time

that I wished to keep aside for ourself

I wish I had words to melt your heart

 

I've read your journal about our breakup

You were sad and let the tears sooth the

pain, You were conscious about state of

my mind, but you chose to remain silent

 

A poem based on word prompts from #WriteMap #moonmystic #poetryprompt #BraveWrite #WIPWordSearch #WordSoupDaily#atreyasverse. Image from Unsplash Thanks to Michael Dam